Surrounded by Presence, Prosperity, Possibility, Purpose

I am within His temple, not built by hands, but by Being. The walls are all around me: I am at once surrounded from behind by Presence, on the left by Prosperity, to the right by Possibility, and fronted by Purpose. This is His temple, and, at the same moment, mine. I hear His voice, feel His presence, and know I am where I am to be.

I am at once protected, whole, ordered, at rest and at peace. The light without is the light within that brings all things I am because He is. I see color, beauty, magnificence, joy, wonder. My being is as the universe – unknown, unseen, free to explore and discover, and to experience.

My heart is connected to His, they beat as one. As I hear mine, I hear His. Mine is connected to all things, for all things are within, and they move and have their being. Within this temple my heart is protected with compassion, yet the walls extend outward infinitely to encompass all things with this same compassion.

Creation abounds, for what is spoken is. What is beauty, magnificence, order, is. And is given: relentless, continuous, without end; for I am of creation, within and without, into being because of His voice. That spoken into being by voice hears voice, is voice.

Within is the search by Wisdom for that which is needed to be expressed within the moment – that seen, and to be created; that heard, that whispered, that to be. As I Am. And within lies the golden of the kingdom: the prosperity, the unending, the freely given, beyond imagination or thought. The freedom to engage, experience, to know even as I am known. That all things are possible. And to know the Might that brings all things into being.

He is above, and He is below – He is all the ever-expanding walls within which I am. This is my temple; this is where all things are revealed. This is where He abides and is known. And this is where I will be.

Temple of Being

In His temple, not of hands, but of Being,

I stand,

enfolded by walls unseen yet ever-present.

Presence at my back, a quiet strength,

Prosperity to my left, a golden flow,

Possibility to my right, a boundless reach,

Purpose before me, a guiding flame.

This temple is His,

and in the same breath, mine.

His voice hums through me,

a pulse, a knowing,

a certainty of place.

I am shielded,

whole,

ordered,

resting in peace that holds like light.

The light without mirrors the light within,

birthing all that I am

because He is.

Colors unfold,

beauty breathes,

magnificence dances with joy,

wonder whispers its secrets.

My being stretches,

vast as the universe—

unknown, unseen,

free to wander,

to uncover,

to live.

My heart beats with His,

one rhythm,

one song.

As mine thrums, His echoes,

tied to all things,

for all things dwell within,

moving, being, alive.

Compassion guards this heart,

yet these walls—

infinite, outward, embracing—

cradle all with that same tender mercy.

Creation spills forth,

spoken into is.

Beauty, magnificence, order—

they are given endlessly,

relentless,

unceasing.

I am of this creation,

within and without,

called into being by His voice.

What hears voice

is voice.

Within, Wisdom searches,

seeking what must be spoken,

what must be shaped in this moment—

seen, heard, whispered,

to be.

As I Am.

Here lies the gold of the kingdom:

prosperity unending,

freely poured,

beyond thought’s grasp.

Freedom to touch,

to know,

to be known.

All things possible,

brought by the Might that forms all.

He is above,

below,

the ever-widening walls that hold me.

This is my temple,

where all is unveiled,

where He dwells,

known.

This is where I am.

This is where I will be.